Summertime Sundays often find me alone in the house ~ with good intentions but few accomplishments.
I wake when I wake, no alarms, just quiet.
The house is cool and calm .. Hubbs has slipped off to golf before my eyes ever opened. The woof-woof-woof of the sprinkler thumps in the background. He set it up “just so” with a note asking that I check on it and turn it off soon. I will and I do.
I pour a coffee and wander throughout the house, thinking about the day, the week, my life.
Laundry is done, leftovers are in the fridge and I have no particular place to be. My chair calls, I can feel the stack of books and magazines pulling me closer. My mind drifts to work – there’s a tiny inclination to turn on my company laptop and check to see which project is on fire today – but the inclination soon passes. Monday, and all the breathless anxiety it brings with it, will be here soon enough.
I’ve grown fiercely protective of weekends over the past few years — during the week, the days blend into night, calls and projects come in at any time, and boundaries are shrinking. Now I guard my Sundays like a child guards their money.
Sunday finds me cooking, reading, singing, blogging, resting, putzing, dreaming, talking and, most of all, living. And I’m getting really good at Introvert Bingo.
“SUNDAY – The day..I planned a lot but actually do nothing.”
― Lovely Goyal,
How about you? Do you ever plan to do absolutely nothing? Have you found yourself wandering through the house, looking at your list of stuff to do, but doing none of them? How good are you at giving yourself a day off?